![]() ![]() It was a moonless night, the clouds colluding to block out the stars, and the crowd knitted itself tightly in a weave of black whisperings. Anxious, bedraggled, they emerged to suppose at that unearthly sound. Stepped out from her cabin, barefooted.Īt the center of the town, between the gathering of low cabins that sat close and humble, Rue could make out the collection of folks, like herself, who'd been drawn from their sleep by the haunting cry. She smoothed her nightmare hair and made ready her face. There was only the crying, not so loud as it was strange, unsettling. If there were dreams, she'd lost them now that she'd stood up. She unwound herself from her thin linen sheet. It woke Rue by halves from her sleep so that through the first few strains of the sound she could not be sure when or where she was, but soon the feeble cry strengthened, like a desperate knocking at her front door, and she came all the way awake, and knew that she was needed, again. ![]() The black baby's crying wormed and bloomed. ![]()
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